his little ballerina

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Chapter 1-the dance

{Alexander's P.O.V}

'Honestly... There isn't much to do here...' I think to myself as I mentally groan, walking around my mansion because it was pretty boring staying inside all day training without any breaks. Thankfully, my old man finally let me take a short break once I finished the task I had for the day. I was the son of the most powerful mafia boss in the 'underworld', as we like to call it. It's a great place you should visit if you'd like to get stabbed, murdered, 'magically' getting caught on fire, or robbed.

"Yo, Old Man, I'm going out!" I yell and exit quickly, not bothering to hear his reply. I walked around the back streets, hoping to find something interesting to preoccupy my mind. As if someone or something heard my wishes, I start to hear claps and cheers. So, my curios handsome self went to check what it was. I saw someone dancing beautifully on a medium box almost making a stage. She had long golden hair and wore a mask, which allowed her beautiful blue eyes to keep into view of her admirers. She smiled at the small crowd as she danced. The dance was all sorts of mix from hip hop to break dance, gymnastics and ballerina style .

It was truly one of a kind. She passed lollipops to the small children in the front, smiling at them once she finished. Amazing... She truly is amazing... I walked up to where she had been, hoping I could talk to her, but she had vanished from the crowd. I was sad. The fact that she just left like that... I couldn't talk to her at all... I glanced at a woman smiling charmingly. "Sorry, do you mind telling me about the girl who was dancing just then now?" She smiled back at me, holding the hand of a small child.

"Sadly, no one knows about her. All we know is that every day at 8:00 until midnight, she comes here and dances." I nod, taking in and processing the small amount of information. "Thank you very much." I pat the childs head and walk back to the mansion. Woah.. I spent an hour watching her didn't even notice the time fly by. I couldn't get her out of my mind.. I walk through the door and see my paps on the couch watching TV. "Alex, come here" I sigh heavily and walk to the living room, plopping down next to him. "What old man.." I sigh dully, cracking my neck with ease. "You are going to get married to a lovely woman who is 19, just like you. She is from a rich family that are almost equally as powerful at us."

It took a second for my to process what he'd said. I glare at him, strongly and angrily. "What do you mean?! You just decided this without informing me first?! What the hell dad!!" I stand up, looking down on him. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me, boy!!" He says loudly. "I decided this because I am your father and I know what is best for you!!" You've got to be fucking kidding me. "I'm only 19!!" I sit myself on the couch again, groaning in frustration "She is also 19. You will be married in a month or so." I groan, getting up and stomping my way upstairs, slamming the door shut. I ca nNOT believe this.... I'm only 19! I dont wanna get married yet, and on top of that, I don't even know the bitch!

Damn it... Everything was going well today....

{Rachel's P.O.V}

I was back. It was so amazing to be able to dance freely without getting bothered. I walk home, already changed into normal clothes since my parents weren't so fond of my ballerina outfit. Today was equally amazing as any other day I danced. Dancing made me feel free. I walk in and saw my father waiting for me. "Hello, dad" I say, and he replies with a nod. "Rachel, you will be married in a month or so with a man the same age as you. He and his family are as powerful as us. No buts. Go to bed now." He said strictly, walking away.

What?! I can't believe this! I'm only 19! Why the hell am I getting married to someone I've never even laid eyes on?! I'm so pissed off right now I could.... I could punch a bear! I groan and walk to my room, aiming to take a nice hot bath to relieve stress. It was going so well today, so why?? Filling up the tub with hot water, I strip myself of my clothing and slowly sit myself in the hot water, steam filling the bathroom. About 45 minutes later, I walk out in my pajamas and climb into bed, sighing
Yes, I was in the mafia. Well, not me technically. My father and his wife, my mother, are hopelessly in love.

Pfft. Yeah right! They can't even keep a straight face to say that! They always argue over every little thing. This is why I go out every night, hoping to never see them fight again. It's awful seeing your parents like this since you were young. When are they going to just get divorced already?! I still don't understand why they fight. Why the hell did you make me if you weren't in love? Why the fuck would you make your own daughter not feel loved?

Everyday since I was born, I was always in the arms of the maids. No one from my family dared touch me. My mother was basically Brenda. A maid who took care of me and taught me to dance and hide my emotions. I only cried in her arms. I only smiled and laughed in her presence. Sadly though, she died about a week ago. I pray that she is in a better place. I was so sad when I'd heard the news from other maids, that I ended up locking myself in my room, not eating nor drinking.

Honestly father... Mother... Why can't you love me like I love you? Why can't one of you just give me a hug and tell me that you love me? Is that so hard to ask? Am I that big of a mistake to you both that you would smile when you see me dead...?